The Wellhouse, Inc: Special Ops

August 31, 2011

Special Ops

I don’t know these people. . . but I know them. They are my brothers and sisters in Christ. No, I couldn’t even tell you most of their last names. . . but there is a connection that runs deeper than most life long relationships. When God is in the equation, it changes everything.

It’s always a little difficult for me to get out the door, but in a blink our hour is over and I am in the car rejoicing and giving God all the praise and glory. Thanking HIM for this opportunity. Thanking HIM for these people. They don’t know it, but I treasure them. They are helping me grow spiritually. They are helping me be BOLD.

What an awesome best friend I have who rushes home to make sure I get out the door for this hour of uncertainty. He’s awesome. I love him.

Sometimes, it’s just an hour away. . . sometimes lives are saved.

Monday, we received news that someone the group had spoken with sometime back, was found dead. I could see the disappointment and surprise on a sweet burdened face. That’s what’s out here. It’s sad. We watched police swarm in and a baby was taken away from two ladies. Your heart breaks. Once again, the group was able to pray for a lady who willingly came out and shared her needs. . . the unborn baby growing inside. Another gives hope with her sweet smile and enthusiasm for a better life. All around I see what I believe Paul talks about in Ephesians 6:12. I could just imagine the enemy swirling around that motel trying to keep anything from penetrating its hold on these people.

A ray of Light. . . we were given news of a rescue that had taken place over the weekend. She was a little bruised up, but she was safe. She wanted help. Someone had planted a seed. After a little rain and The SON. . . THE love began to grow. That’s what Mondays are all about. . . planting seeds.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galations 6:9 NIV